Surviving The Flood Poem by Valerie Hutchinson-morgan

Storm clouds slowly gathering,
Winds whistling, howling
Flood waters rushing in, rising.
Foundations shaking, shifting,
Home breaking, falling, drifting.

Protection, security, memories disappear.
Swimming, splashing, gasping for air.
Who in the world even gives a care?
Trees entangled with footless boots
Ripped from the dirt, detached from their roots.

Floating along, a lifeless log
Dark, putrid, muddy water.
Easier to move in a peat-filled bog.
Thoughts turn to life in the ever-after.

In the distance a sunny emerald island.
Revelers in finery. Oh so grand!
Partying, dancing, laughing, joyfully singing,
While from the deep rise pleading, praying, mournful crying.

All glance scornfully towards the rising flood
Those in the water are of a different blood.
Sure hope they don't drift in this direction!
The same water led to their own destruction.